The Serpent's Kiss Poem by Agatha Eliza

Indulge yourself now in dark caress,
troubled soul of mine,
reluctant to the flux of time.
One can't find love where
there is none.The essence of
betrayful vanity of man,
so ruthless, but yet divine..
sleepless mind of cruel mankind.
The serpent's kiss.The heart of mine.

I have once sailed the empty meadows,
touching the holiness of dreams,
that made me feel the shiver.
One can't find love where
there is none.The begining of
a garish self-isolation,
so splendid, but yet shallow..
rooted in this everlasting wallow.
Magic in the world will start with me.